"Pressure", croaks the voice of Old Man Steptoe from beyond the grave. "Are you tough enough to put up with it?" A good question, Sir Alan! Personally, I'm tough enough to put up with about 5 pounds per square inch, ha ha. Oh, wait, he's really talking about the kind of nerve-shattering stress that's part and parcel of trying to flog bric-a-brac to strangers. Forget being in charge of the World Health Organisation - it's the lady in the Oxfam shop that's got the tough gig.

Anyway, welcome to the the sixth act in BBC One's top-rated jobseeker panto! And what a performance they'll put on tonight...

At an auctioneer's warehouse, our remaining apprentices assemble before the Greys. As ever, these are Sir Alan Sugar (a three-hundred-year-old Mr Tumnus); Margaret Mountford (Pauline from The League of Gentlemen's wicked auntie); and Nick Hewer (the 'Scotch Tapes' skeleton after a disappointment). And speaking of skeletons, the teams are going to have to drag one out of the cupboard and offload it for cash – along with a selection of other objects that come coated in enough dust to make a Dyson write a will.

Sadly, the skeleton is not real – so we don't get to guess which former candidate previously owned it. But other items almost include a penny farthing; Trisha Goddard's autobiography (large print edition); a hand-finished Royal Doulton Frank Lampard plate; and a pair of large ceramic puppies – although not the ones which, according to The Sun newspaper, live up Debra's blouse.

"It's selling with a twist to it", Sugar sneers. "Your job is to figure out what the items are worth and go out and sell them." That old adage about knowing the cost of everything but the value of nothing rings through the nation's collective consciousness, just before Sugar throws us off our thought with the following peculiar sentence: "They have to sell them for the right price and the right value." Um...

"The teams must sell their items for the right cost and the right amount", the voiceover probably adds, for the benefit of all those viewers who decided not to become economists.

Anyway, tosspot Ben is "thrulled" to be in charge of Team Empire. "I am a natural born leader!" he declares. "I think Sandhurst saw that in me and that's why I got an army scholarship." Oh, gawd save us, not this old chestnut again. "When I'm under extreme pressure, i.e. heavy gunfire, explosions going off around me, people getting injured, that's when I can bring a team together, that's when I can lead," he finishes. Well, does anyone fancy telling this modern-day answer to Sir Francis Drake that the Amstrad office is in Brentwood, not Basra? Still, if that's where Sir Alan decides to open his next office, I'm sure between a few of us we could scrape together Ben's airfare.

For a start, I suspect that the good people who work in the bookshops of Charing Cross Road would happily chip in a fiver apiece. "We can't take any more sh*t from them! I'm fed up with these book people talking sh*t to me for too long!" Ben squeals to Debra and Noorul, after one particular woman has the audacity to actually give his proffered tomes a once-over, before going on to dismiss their copy of 'Take That In Private' without even stopping to lick the pictures of Gary Barlow's armpits.

Just when I'm getting giddy at the prospect of Empire not shifting a thing under Ben's bad-tempered auspices, he and Debra quash my hopes by flogging a first edition of Octopussy for £100. But where are their team mates, James and Yasmina? Well, they're having some more success, having offloaded two of their three so-called valuables - the Franklampard Mint collectors' plate and eight kilos of jellied eels. However, they're also been tasked with selling a carpet worth £200 - will they be able to work some of that old Apprentice magic?

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